Sohalia
The loss of her parents was indeed an old wound, but it was, perhaps surprisingly, the loss of her guardian, Auden, that had left Soh heartbroken. Auden had found her after her parents had died and taken her in, treating her as a surrogate child in her parents' absence. Even though the hole her parents had left behind when they died ached, if Soh was being honest, she couldn't even remember their faces anymore. For so long, when she had thought of a parent figure, she'd thought of Auden.
Pip pressed her face to Soh's hand, and Koa reached out to squeeze it gently, and her smile shifted from sad to genuine. "Thanks, Koa," she said, touched by his sincerity, and though she wasn't a particularly touchy-feely person with strangers, she didn't move her hand away. He'd just met her, and already he was trying to make her feel better, to reassure her of something that, quite frankly, she often questioned. She tried to be a good person, to bring light and love into the world, but sometimes she wasn't sure that it made a lot of difference. Would they be proud of her, wherever they were? She hoped so, but she didn't know.
"It was a long time ago," she added after a moment, trying to reassure him that she wasn't about to fall apart. Perhaps in private, on occasion, but she'd long since come to terms with their deaths, and she could usually manage without the pain it had caused at the forefront of her mind.
To change the subject to a (hopefully) lighter topic, she said, "What about you? What made you decide to become a Dragoon?"
Pip pressed her face to Soh's hand, and Koa reached out to squeeze it gently, and her smile shifted from sad to genuine. "Thanks, Koa," she said, touched by his sincerity, and though she wasn't a particularly touchy-feely person with strangers, she didn't move her hand away. He'd just met her, and already he was trying to make her feel better, to reassure her of something that, quite frankly, she often questioned. She tried to be a good person, to bring light and love into the world, but sometimes she wasn't sure that it made a lot of difference. Would they be proud of her, wherever they were? She hoped so, but she didn't know.
"It was a long time ago," she added after a moment, trying to reassure him that she wasn't about to fall apart. Perhaps in private, on occasion, but she'd long since come to terms with their deaths, and she could usually manage without the pain it had caused at the forefront of her mind.
To change the subject to a (hopefully) lighter topic, she said, "What about you? What made you decide to become a Dragoon?"
these aching memories still dance around me
